Poem 5

You have a collar about my neck
It pulls, tugs and binds me.
I try to resist
But resistance is futile
And I hope in vain.
The world is beautiful
But the leash holds me back
And your grip is unwavering.
I beg and plead
Let me see the world
Smell, taste, hear, feel
And learn.
You pull the collar tight about my neck
And I choke.